1954--a short enternity ago. Thirty-two strong, we descended on
the Lost Fifties and Gung-two, amid clothing displays, company boards, and cries
of "Take Brigade." Four years, three upper classes, two tacs, and one
heck of a lot of friends later, we're separating again--ready for what lies ahead
because of what has gone behind. The twenty-four who made it have a lot of memories--Biff's
constructive criticism, Weezy's brown boy, Shunk's "Hey Hugh,", Edgie's
20-20, Guspadene's teeth, Herren's pipe, the amours of Huff, Easley, and Forman.
Hugh's Sunday School classes, Palmer's Rebel yell, and Fay's "This place
leaves something to be desired." No one will forget Kosciusko, Fatty Arbuckle,
Moose Arbruster, Doctor McCauley, Herr Depew, Bird-dog, Fluffy, Tubby, Wing-Ding,
Looney, Bellie, Lump Lump, and the last, but not least, Spuds and Ollie.
Please review the "Roommates"
chart at hyperlinked button below to assure accuracy. For additions/corrections,
please email Claradell at [email protected]
Also under construction, is a linking page which will detail "stories"
told by various roomies. Then your G-2 company classmate's name
will be linked to his respective "story."
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A note taken from a Bob Tierney
email dated 17 November 2000 |
Original
message:
Otherwise there COULD be one possible explanation for dropping
Fluffy until now at rest deep in the subconscious. It was the
time he reneged during a boxing deal we cooked ... probably
as Plebes. Going in we agreed to just spar around for 3 rounds
with an occasional feint at realism. This designed to fool Snuffy-Shorty
or whatever the coach's name was with the generously dispersed
nose. But in the interval before the 3rd and final round, Fluffy
later claimed his second, Wayne Day grew alarmed that Snuffy-Shorty
might be onto our chirade so Wayne urged Fluffy to clock me
early on in the 3rd to avoid a rematch and poor grade. Torn
between expediency and deal honoring, Fluffy succumbed to the
former. As we approached ring-central Brother Fluffy, without
so much as a how-d-do delivered a smash to my own nose drawing
blood, viscera and disbelief. My quick, and yes, desperate glances
at Day and Snuffy-Shorty revealed wide smirks of approval. And
then there was Fluffy coming on confidently, huffing ... puffing
like an Otis Elevator that I only learned much later was to
be his destiny. Feeling in extremis, wounded, dishonored and
violated, I managed barely to suck energy and will from theretofore
mysterious, sources and landed a punch to set Fluffy's own nose
ablaze. At that moment our elegant tho contrived demonstration
of pugilism went south. Snuffy-Shorty finally called the outcome
indeterminate tho he congratulated both of us on round 3 and
announced to the entire
assembly something like: "That's what we're looking for!"
Glad you liked the Granddaughter piece. There
were a few inconsistencies in the draft and I can't claim
credit for authoring the whole thing but parts are mine.
Bob |
https://www.west-point.org/class/usma1958/special/50th%20Overview.pdf |
Link
to reunion history book project for Bob Tierney |
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West
Point: September 10, 2003 |
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San
Antonio; October 22, 2004 |
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San
Antonio: October 22, 2004:
w/John and Barbara Palmer |
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San
Antonio: October 22, 2004
w/Eliots, Julians, X |
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San Antonio:
October 23, 2004 |
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August-December, 1958: Moore
Air Force Base; Mission, TX:
Brad Eliot and Bob Tierney |
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